CoffeeHouse Diary 11: Guns and More Guns 2

So they were coming for him, also armed with Star Trek tracer guns and there were at least six of them.

There was a knock on the door. Mac set down his exegetical Greek commentary on the Johannine Epistles and yelled out "who is it?"

"We feel Lucky Bacdon!" the leader yelled. "And your allies are all gone!"

He slided open the draw and put on his sunglasses and made sure his modified pistol was loaded in his right hand. The normal version was in the left but would not be his area of focus. really just a distraction.

There was only maybe 6 feet from his desk, which faced the door, to what was about to come bursting through the door.

He steeled himself and then it happened.

The door swung open violently and a crowd of young men began to fire. Mac could see the disks coming in like slow motion. Most of them veared to the left or right and smecked or placked harmlessly against the back window behind him. Smeck...smeck smeck..plack...plack...plack.

But of course many of them found their way home, lodging in his hair, spinking off his vest, grazing off his shades.

But he did not pay it any mind for he had one goal...the modified tracer gun in his right hand.

And it was at that moment that he focused and fired as he saw Scorfull's gleeful face light up as moved into and fired.

Those pearly whites and the glee sharpened him as he fired. He watched a disk swing far right and smeck the wall. Then two misfires. But the next shot jumped out of the gun and drilled Scorfull just at the bottom of his front tooth, sending him reeling back through the crowd of attackers and taking half of them with him.

Mac got up, still firing and slammed his door as he heard Scorfull howling in the hallway "My tooth my TOOTH!!!! Omigod, My TOOTH!!"
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More toy guns...they are the best where humans are involved.